The old man and the bird He is lost, floats in the boat Alone | Nocturnal Thoughts

The old man and the bird

He is lost, floats in the boat
Alone with his thoughts
doesn't remember where he began from nor where the waves would drop him off
Laid back, staring at the darkest night
Wondering if its worth the existence
Heard a calling that gives him an essence
Heard a sound melodiously soothing
A calling thats like breathing
Her voice is the anchor holding him on to his dreams
Not directly talking to him but, he heard her calling him, or it seems


A song of hope is whats coming from her
What she speaks is the tounge of beuty
He didn't worry how long she would last, lost with her's serenity
He didn't want her to go to where he is going
he knows she have a better place in the sky thats flowing
he just have to be thankful for the moment while it last
Wondering why seconds fly so fast just to lost in the past